The Pale Door
The ledger was open to a page that did not exist in the catalog. "Is that the 1911 municipal appropriation?" Elias asked, his voice thin in the damp air of the archive. He adjusted his spectacles, the lenses fogging slightly against the cold glass. "I don’t recall seeing it in the index. Halloway, the binding is wrong. The spine is leather, but the paper is acid-free. It’s a modern...
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